09:38 striked the watch,
When I gasped in shock,
As a North-Northwestern gust,
Shook the branches,
and seems
A cloud soared
and scored above
head, and
my Entire, is covered in Pollen.
Laid on blue yoga mat,
Detailing periwinkle and slate
Stalactites of glacial ancestry
Mountainous Mimicry
I lay to thread the needle
And uproarious downdraft
Beckoned by hawk
as it flew
overhead and
my eyelids were left to spread
apart in view
and soon
A dead magnolia leaf covered my right eye
from sight
and the textured grain of Pollen
Corrupted my Cornea.
Left me Stowing, in disruption
to a tune
To haphazardly,
lazily erase
Creaky chiropractic melancholia.
I suppose the joints stiffen and break, to enact, perhaps forsake,
The Affable Waste
of time
That must proceed
before the
lingering option of
Whenever I have to approach that
Long-leaf Pine Tree
of many stories
Tall
And inform the
Tree:
“I’m human
-you simply, really, must buy me dinner first. “
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